Nathan’s handsome face was as cold as an ice sculpture, his wolf eyes glinting with suppressed anger. In the werewolf world, such a display of coldness was a clear warning sign.
Humiliation.
Utter humiliation.
A penniless beggar, or so he thought, dared to reject him, even at the cost of leaving with nothing. In the werewolf hierarchy, rejection from someone of lower status was unheard of, and it stung his pride deeply.
Nathan felt a surge of heat rush to his head, his wolf blood boiling with rage.
"Isabella, I won’t agree to the divorce," he said, slamming the phone in fury. The force of his anger was so great that it was as if his werewolf strength could break the device.
Isabella's attempt to negotiate had failed, leaving her feeling utterly dejected. She curled up in the co
